Walk, man

Two days after my computer died my ipod followed suit. I discovered this on the verge of going on a post-office mission. Not wanting to go without music, I loaded up my walkman and was on my way. I can’t believe this was ever a viable media. The tape was playing just slow enough to make Bily Corgan sound like a pre-pubescent Barry White. It didn’t sound great, and my grade nine mixtape wasn’t the best, but at least I didn’t look like a complete dork with it strapped on… or…